Comes from some other beginning's end | kit guessing

[Howlfire]

Relaxing in a pool of sun that bathed the centre of camp, Howlfire found herself enjoying the warmth. Still feeling pretty useless because of her pregnancy, she could at least find some small pleasure in that not having to patrol right now meant she could make the most of the glorious weather today.

She was still relaxing when a clanmate approached her, offering some prey for her to eat. Howlfire eyed it curiously, tempted, but otherwise lacking much appetite to eat. "Thank you for the offer, but I'm not really hungry right now," She responded kindly. "You're welcome to eat it, though if you'd like." Regardless of whether they took the offer or not, Howlfire would make room for them to sit down and enjoy the sun. "You know, I think I'd forgotten how it felt to be carrying kits!" Howlfire suddenly admitted with a laugh. "With how huge I feel, I keep thinking I might have a large litter. My first litter only turned out to be three kits, but I remember Coyotecrest joked we would have seven!" Seven! Stars, what a thought that would have been. Three had been a pawful as it was; she could not imagine chasing after seven rowdy kits during that time. "If you had to guess, how many do you think I might have?"​

 

[GREENEYES]

GREENEYES

HE / HIM | SKYCLAN WARRIOR

It only seems right to offer Howlfire the prey in his maw as he works his way toward the nursery. Greeneyes would've offered it to her within the holly bush's depths had she been there too, of course, but her lack of appetite might've shone through then too. The warrior nods, gently setting the bird down beside him before settling beside his friend.

" I'll check if Butterflytuft wants it first, " he meows, since that had been his initial objective — bringing food to the two of them. " How are you feeling? " And while he will never know the experience Howlfire is currently going through, while he was nowhere near the clan through the bulk of her first time carrying kits, he finds himself laughing along with her, to her anecdote that follows.

" Seven? Stars above, I can't imagine how busy you'd be with seven! " Greeneyes already had a lot on his paws, with five of his nieces and nephews being born in a similar time span. He can't imagine being a parent to that many, much less seven. A question is directed this way, and Greeneyes takes a moment to think about it.

" Maybe four? " he guesses, head tilted to his side in contemplation. Four was a good number, the amount between he and his littermates. " Yeah. Four. How many do you think you're having? How much is a large litter to you? "

Greeneyes is a stout, red and white tabby tom with a hooked tail and a scar across the back of his neck. His fur is often adorned with accessories, such as the colorful feather at the base of his tail, or the clover carefully placed behind his ear.

- Daisyflight † x Raven Ramble ⋅ Mate to Fireflyglow
- Sibling to Butterflytuft, Figfeather, Snowpath †, Violetnose †
- Mentored by Sheepcurl † ⋅ Mentor to Fluffypaw, Falcongaze †
- Penned by Abri

 

[Billiepaw]

The blue tabby finds herself drawn to the two warriors, catching wind of their conversation as she had meant to just wander by. Arctic hued eyes glittered with contrasting warmth as she considered the topic at play, listening Howlfire muses on the number of kittens that she might have. Greeneyes guessed four kits in the litter, a fair estimate in her opinion, at least based on the sizes of litters she had previously scene. Of course, she had no paws-on experience for herself. She allowed her mind to drift for a moment, imagining a future for herself—when she was fully grown up, did she too long for a litter of kittens by her side, whether here in Skyclan or back with her housefolk and Mercy? She does think kittens are so adorable and like any compassionate apprentice, would give the pelt off her back if one were in trouble. But did that mean she wanted them for herself?

"You must be so excited, however big the litter ends up being," she mewed politely as he came to sit near the duo, a fluffy white-tipped tail resting primly over her forepaws. "Perhaps you'll have three this time as well, like your other litter. Or four, like Greeneyes said," she adds, joining in the guessing game for the sake of it. "When do you expect them to be born?" She wondered what it felt like, pregnancy; would Howlfire be more apt to guess correctly the closer it came to her labor?

𐙚. ݁₊⋆❀˖° 𓇢𓆸ㅤINFO.ㅤ/ㅤ04/02/2025

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  ■■■■■✶ billiepaw. daylight apprentice of skyclan. ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
  𓇢𓆸 afab, she/her | questioning sexuality, single/no crushes
  𓇢𓆸 10 moons old | ages every 1st
  𓇢𓆸 daylight apprentice & kittypet | mentor tbd
  𓇢𓆸 long-furred grey-and-white tabby with blue eyes
  𓇢𓆸 npc x npc (gen 1) | close with mercy
  𓇢𓆸 written by denna, ic opinions | tags‎

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[LAMBKIT]

Lambkit hadn't meant to overhear. But the sun was warm, and the camp was bright, and he'd been lying near the nursery's entrance, ears twitching as fragments of conversation drifted over. His eyes had started to droop, lazy and content, but the mention of kits snapped him wide awake. He pushed himself to his paws and padded over, paws light and steps quick. His curiosity was a wild thing, buzzing in his chest like a swarm of bees. Kits were… interesting. Noisy and squirmy and kind of useless, sure, but also important. Cats fussed over them like they were something special. And this time, it was Howlfire who'd be having them.

He slowed his approach as he drew closer, ears perked as he caught the tail end of the conversation. Greeneyes and the blue tabby apprentice were already there, talking about how many kits Howlfire would have, throwing around numbers like it was some sort of game. Four, Greeneyes said. Maybe three, the apprentice added. His ears twitched, catching Greeneyes' warm laughter and Billiepaw's polite, curious questions. Howlfire looked happy, lounging in the sunlight with the others gathered around her. Even Butterflytuft had been listening from the nursery earlier, murmuring her own soft words of congratulations before curling back into her nest.

Maybe it was the buzz of everyone's attention, the way Greeneyes' voice sounded light for once instead of serious, or the fact that Howlfire was talking about something so exciting like it was nothing special. Whatever it was, it drew him in like a moth to flame. He strode up with all the importance of a warrior returning from patrol, cutting through their conversation without hesitation. "Five!" he declared confidently, planting himself near Howlfire's flank with a tiny puff of his chest. "Maybe six." His eyes flicked toward Greeneyes and the apprentice, like he was daring them to challenge his guess. "You all think too small." His gaze drifted to Howlfire's belly, his head tilting and blue eyes narrowing as if he could somehow see through fur and skin to count them all. "You look huge." The words were blunt, but not cruel—just matter-of-fact. Lambkit watched her with a glint of interest, tail flicking idly behind him.

The whole scene felt oddly light, like the storm and all its troubles were far away. Greeneyes looked content beside Howlfire, and the apprentice seemed friendly enough. Even Howlfire seemed at ease, basking in the attention with a warmth that made Lambkit want to stay close. And then, before he could stop himself, the real question he wanted to ask tumbled out.

"Can I name one?" He blurted, eyes bright and expectant. "If you're gonna have a whole bunch of 'em, you won't even notice if I name one, right? Just one." His paws kneaded at the ground, almost nervous, like he expected to be told off. But there was hope in his expression, too, eager and childish and unrestrained.

-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- but I’d stand in the garden with you

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  LAMBKIT SKYCLAN KITTEN ; HE / HIM
  SLATESNARL X ORANGESTAR LITTERMATE TO RAMKIT; HALF BROTHER TO CHERRYBLOSSOM, OWLHEART, GLIMMERSUN, TAWNYCLAW & EGGBOUNCE
  

  A fluffy cream coated tom with mismatched white socked toes, a white marking blazing a trail down his face, and striking blue eyes.

  ✿ easy in battle + no formal training
  ✿ difficult to befriend
  ✿ Peaceful + healing power-play allowed, anything else with permission only
  

 

[Florabreeze]

It was nice to see Howlfire be able to enjoy the pool of sun that envoloped the camp in a glorious dazzling display. The joys of newleaf is what she reminds herself of as she approaches, it's not warm enough to be uncomfortable for her thick pelt just yet. She wishes to not intrude the conversation between herself and Greeneyes but she can't help but selfishly also want to curl up underneath the sun and stretch. It appears that she's not the only one drawn by the conversation of kit guessing, Billiepaw is ever pleasant with her approach. Thoughtful as to not make a large guess, three was a respectable number, good things happen in threes after all. Though four, like Greeneye's had guessed, was a nice round number. Florabreeze doesn't think she could be able to handle four kits, Butterflytuft and the other queens of SkyClan make it look so easy sometimes that she could fool herself into thinking she would have no issues with it at all.

"Six, Lambkit?" She knows a challenge when she sees one, propping her chin up on one paw she flicks him a lazy grin. "I bet there's ten whole kits there, I was with kits once, I should know" though through the shake of her shoulders from a barely contained laugh it was clear that this wasn't a very accurate guess. If Howlfire wanted accuracy though she would go to Fawnpaw wouldn't she? She's confident in the medicine cat apprentices abilities to assist with pregnancies, no doubt Fireflyglow had passed on plenty of knowledge to her. Though in truth she really doesn't try to think about what the missing Medicine Cat could have or had passed down, the memories of him are still doused in a sombre reality of his disappearance.

Lambkit's rather blunt statement draws her out from lamenting. Florabreeze blinks at him in surprise, he has never been shy of telling things how they are she supposes but considering the majority of his life had been with queens thus far she expected a little more tact. "Maybe you shrunk" she teased chuckling "what do you think Howlfire? Does Lambkit look a little smaller today? I heard that happens to kits who try to stay out too late and don't get enough sleep." She's not sure if he actually has been staying up, since she leaves of a night but such a wild strong willed spirit like his doesn't seem like the type to douse itself just on account for a night skyline.

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 43 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Daffodilpaw
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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[Howlfire]

Greeneyes shares her exasperation at the prospect of seven kits, which earned a chuff of amusement from Howlfire. Her mother had raised five kits, and that had seemed like a lot; to imagine seven kittens running about seemed like a ludicrous idea. At her following question of how many she might be having, she is quickly surrounded by clanmates, each offering their own suggestion.

Greeneyes and Billiepaw both seem to agree on four as a likely amount, and Howlfire nodded her head in agreement. "Five would be a lot to me," She mewed in Greeneyes's direction. "Fireflyglow and I came from a litter of five, and I can remember how energetic we all were as kits. How Little Wolf ever managed to keep up contained when travelling between clans is a mystery to me." She then turns to Billiepaw and tells her, "Not too long left to go, I believe. Or at least, that's what I think based on how my last litter was."

Compared to Greeneyes and Billiepaw's suggestions, the ideas from Lambkit and Florabreeze nearly make her eyes pop out of her head. "Ten!?" She exclaims, laughing out loud at the very idea. "Stars, Florabreeze, I think if I were expecting that many, you would all have to start calling me Roundfire instead!" Her amber eyes look to Lambkit with amusement as Florabreeze suggested his large guess came from the fact he had shrunk. "Hmm, he is looking a little smaller..." Howlfire murmured in agreement, giving the kitten a teasing look. "Or maybe I really am getting too big?" The chocolate torbie leaned in towards the kitten, "Tell me, Lambkit, if I let you name a kit what name would you give them?"​

 

[LAMBKIT]

Lambkit bristled at Florabreeze's teasing, his fur fluffing up like a porcupine's spines. His paws stamped against the ground with a stubborn, indignant energy, and his tail lashed behind him like an angry snake. Being called small was nothing new, but that didn't make it sting any less. Especially when it was tossed around so casually, like a harmless joke. He puffed out his chest, trying to make himself seem bigger than he was. "I'm not smaller," he shot back, his voice sharp and defensive. "I'm growing faster than everyone else! You just can't tell 'cause I'm already awesome."

Lambkit's glare shifted to Howlfire next, his ears flicking in irritation at the playful way she agreed. Even she was acting like he was some little kit still playing in the nursery. He was almost an apprentice! The thought only made his irritation burn hotter, his claws kneading the earth with restless frustration. Still, despite his annoyance, he couldn't help the flicker of pride when Howlfire actually asked him about names. She's asking me, he realized with a little jolt of satisfaction. Not Greeneyes, not Billiepaw. Me. And even if it was just some silly conversation about kits, it still felt important to him.

He glanced briefly at the gathered cats, half-expecting them to roll their eyes or tell him to go back to the nursery. But they hadn't said anything about him being too young to help name kits, and that gave him the confidence to continue. His eyes brightened, the spark of excitement flaring up so quickly that it nearly overshadowed his irritation. He bounced a little on his paws, like he could barely contain all the ideas rattling around in his head. "Alright, if you're gonna let me name one, then I've got loads of ideas," he declared with a smug, triumphant grin.

He drew himself up to his full height—which, admittedly, wasn't very impressive, but he made it work. "Winnerkit!" he announced proudly, like it was the most obvious and perfect name in the world. "'Cause then everyone'll know they're the best, right? And then there's Battlekit, and Smashkit, and Brawlkit—'cause if you're tough, you've gotta have a tough name. And your kits are going to be the toughest I'm sure!" His voice sped up with each new suggestion, his enthusiasm building with every word.

He glanced at Howlfire's belly, eyes narrowing as if he could somehow see the future kits and name them all right then and there. "Mightykit would be good, too. Or Strongkit, or even Clawkit. 'Cause claws are important! And… and Dangerkit!" The names tumbled from his mouth, one after another, each one sounding cooler and stronger than the last. He was hardly aware of the others watching him now, caught up in the thrill of sharing his ideas. "Oh! And Roarkit! That sounds strong. And Hawkeaterkit—'cause hawks are scary and you'd have to be really tough to eat one." Lambkit practically beamed, his little chest puffed out like he'd just come up with the best name SkyClan had ever seen.

He paused only long enough to catch his breath, eyes darting between Howlfire, Greeneyes, Billiepaw, and Florabreeze to gauge their reactions. His tail twitched with anticipation. "Ultimatekit could work, too," he continued, undeterred by any potential skepticism. "Like… like they're the best at everything. Or Victorykit, 'cause that sounds like someone who always wins." He almost forgot his personal favorite until the very last moment, the one he had tucked away like a special secret. "But the best one of all?" His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, as if he was sharing a piece of forbidden knowledge. "Eaglekit. 'Cause eagles are huge and strong and nothing messes with them! And they can fly! Isn't that cool?" He looked at Howlfire with wide, eager eyes, his earlier annoyance fading into a much warmer feeling. Something hopeful. "You can use any of 'em. Or all of 'em! You'll have so many kits, you can name them all the best names ever thanks to me." It was only then that he seemed to remember the others gathered around. He glanced between them, his grin a little more guarded now "They're good names, right?" he challenged, a stubborn edge creeping into his voice. "Way better than any boring old names." His gaze flicked to Florabreeze, daring her to tease him again. His heart beat a little faster, as if he was already bracing himself for someone to dismiss his ideas. But he still looked up at Howlfire with that same fierce determination, waiting for her verdict.

-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- is it goin' good in the garden?

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  LAMBKIT SKYCLAN KITTEN ; HE / HIM
  SLATESNARL X ORANGEPATH LITTERMATE TO RAMKIT; HALF BROTHER TO CHERRYBLOSSOM, OWLHEART, GLIMMERSUN, TAWNYCLAW & EGGBOUNCE
  

  A fluffy cream coated tom with mismatched white socked toes, a white marking blazing a trail down his face, and striking blue eyes.

  ✿ easy in battle + no formal training
  ✿ difficult to befriend
  ✿ Peaceful + healing power-play allowed, anything else with permission only

 

[Howlfire]

Howlfire feels a small pang of guilt when she sees Lambkit's expression for her and Florabreeze's gentle teasing. It had been in good humour, of course, but she still doesn't like to make any kit purposely upset. So it reassures her when he perks up at her question about names, quickly giving her a flurry of suggestions.

To her surprise, she listens to him with a serious expression, genuinely taking in his ideas. Some of them were tinged with childlike opinions and simply would not work, but Howlfire takes them all in regardless. She makes little hums or nods her head along to show she was following, all the while wondering what their other clanmates thought of his ideas. "Wow, Lambkit, I wasn't expecting so many ideas!" Howlfire admitted with a gentle laugh. "I don't think I could use all of them, unfortunately. I agree that Hawkeaterkit sounds quite tough, but I don't think I could have two kits with 'hawk' in their names!" Hawkspine and Hawkeaterkit...yes, that would only get confusing. "I do like Roarkit and Clawkit," She tells him earnestly. "Those are strong, powerful names. Well suited for kits who will make strong warriors in the future. But my favourite of your suggestions - definitely Eaglekit."​

 

[LUPINESONG]

❀‿ Lupinesong felt so unfortunately out of the loop with Howlfire's whole... situation. Of course, the questioning murmurs revolving around the advent of Howlfire's pregnancy had reached even the outermost rungs of Skyclan's gossip circuit, but Lupinesong felt especially miffed because ... well, because she cared about Howlfire. Perhaps it had been a while since their parents had been madly-in-love-mates, but she remembered that Fireflyglow had never let up on calling them siblings, and Lupinesong in turn thought she cared about the older chocolate-striped molly like a sister would. And seeing Howlfire prepare to raise kits — well, not alone because everyone loved Howlfire — but without a partner or coparent was reason to worry! And it was one thing to want to just have kits by yourself, but is that what happened? Ugh. She didn't know! She hated being out of the loop...

In any case, Howlfire was doing a good job at wearing a brave face and was still socializing with the clan just fine. But it still bothered Lupinesong.

"Well, Howlfire, if we go ahead and round up and assume you're having your... twelve kittens or so, we will certainly need to start stretching our hunting paws now! Especially you, Lambkit. What do you think, are you as good a bird-catcher as you are a kit-namer?" Lupinesong purred casually from her place nearby, watching the group as she groomed herself with a signature sort of meticulousness.

THE STARS ARE BRIGHT TONIGHT ⊹₊°❀‿ DESIRE GETS YOU NOWHERE.

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  — lupinekit . lupinepaw . lupinesong
  — trans she/her. 23mo warrior of skyclan. formerly mentored by dandelionwish, mentored stormbird, it's complicated
  — doeblaze x duke. littermate to crowsight & drowsynose. older half-sister of hollyfall, liongaze, and candorflight
  — a tall, pretty, long-haired black smoke with low white and green eyes
  — smells like sweet lupine flowers and young pine needles
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — fullbody by pikaihao and chibi by rae
  — penned by eezy

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